The spank was not heavy, and it carried an ambiguous feeling.
Viola stared at his profile, raised her eyebrows, and chuckled. "I'm not torturing you. We agreed on 520 push-ups as a gift. Orin, do you want to break your promise?"
Viola spanked Ormand again. "Hurry up and continue. This is a promise."
Ormand held back his trembling arms and resumed his standard push-ups.
"357, come on." Viola's voice rang out from behind him.
Ormand instantly understood. It turned out that she remembered the number and deliberately lied to him.
What a bad woman.
Ormand shook his head helplessly. What else could he do? Viola was his wife, so he had to endure her no matter what.
"358."
In the morning, the man's magnetic and hoarse voice rang out from the bedroom over and over again.
When Aracely passed by, she would occasionally glance at the tightly closed door with surprise.